O muse and counter-muse; Mother-muse, protector muse--
i am sold.
i agree again.
gloried ****** sung to grey-orange, setting Suns;
dusk of human brains
ticking to the clockwork
deaths of Cultures passing.
the due-dates of a paper-legal
monocultured crop:
cropped
to quarter-halves
mcworlding
grins of bottom-lines.
...entire countries checked,
a people's lives and deaths
are filed into off-shore savings banks
reduced to anti-trust...
what wonder at a child's warrior-role,
with only armies holding out their hands.
upon an ancient Shield:
peoples drowned in fear,
seas of understanding, wild
as the darkened myth-clouds playing coy
to hidden waves of lucid thought.
symbol-caves, lingual-wombs of families yet in tune,
--shadow-crowded politicians shade us huddled there
while Mother-Thetis marks the moment
of our forking fate.
brimstone burns again!?
death as entertainment and a ruse...
i huddle with you there, my Family
formed of Stranger-tongues
and linnet's wings..
i've savored distance from the storm,
settled in communal cowardice,
forcing smiles slowly into numbing real...
but only choice revealed is truly real.
when done with hiding here
the other's ripe for overcoming fear.
.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
O muse and counter-muse; Mother-muse, protector muse--
i am sold.
i agree again.
gloried ****** sung to grey-orange, setting Suns;
dusk of human brains
ticking to the clockwork
deaths of Cultures passing.
the due-dates of a paper-legal
monocultured crop:
cropped
to quarter-halves
mcworlding
grins of bottom-lines.
...entire countries checked,
a people's lives and deaths
are filed into off-shore savings banks
reduced to anti-trust...
what wonder at a child's warrior-role,
with only armies holding out their hands.
upon an ancient Shield:
peoples drowned in fear,
seas of understanding, wild
as the darkened myth-clouds playing coy
to hidden waves of lucid thought.
symbol-caves, lingual-wombs of families yet in tune,
--shadow-crowded politicians shade us huddled there
while Mother-Thetis marks the moment
of our forking fate.
brimstone burns again!?
death as entertainment and a ruse...
i huddle with you there, my Family
formed of Stranger-tongues
and linnet's wings..
i've savored distance from the storm,
settled in communal cowardice,
forcing smiles slowly into numbing real...
but only choice revealed is truly real.
when done with hiding here
the other's ripe for overcoming fear.
.
Thetis, mother of Achilles, tells her son of his choice between a glorious death and a long peaceful family-life lived in relative anonymity, his name lost to history... his rage is the opening focus of the Iliad (Lit. "Story of Ilium, 'Troy'").
"linnet's wings" are the concluding words of the second quatrain in W.B. Yeats timeless poem, "Lake Isle of Innisfree."
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/9762/the-lake-isle-of-innisfree/
